What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Yinrong refuses to take Chengyang Muqiu with him, mainly because he is afraid that he will attract enemies by showing his face, and Chengyang Muqiu is also worried that Yinrong will be bullied by that toad spirit if he goes out alone-this is a reason that can be said.

In addition, there is a thought that is not humane and deeply hidden in his heart: he doesn't want to let the silver velvet leave, and occasionally even wants to lock him at home, so as not to run back to places like Hongxiulou. The silver velvet is too beautiful. It's too easy to attract bees and butterflies.

"Actually, it's okay," Chengyang Muqiu said with a straight face, "If you're worried about this, just disguise yourself."

Silver Fleece: "A human skin mask? We can't afford it."

Chengyang Muqiu: "It's just a small blindfold. I haven't recovered my cultivation, but I should be able to fool monks below Jindan."

Yinrong was deeply skeptical, but still didn't show his face, and said cooperatively: "Then try it?"

After that, Chengyang Muqiu was amazed. After a simple spell, the appearance of the two of them changed drastically, to the kind of ordinary appearance that could not be found in the crowd.

Yinrong said happily: "Brother, why do you know everything? Wait, you must have remembered something, right?"

Chengyang Muqiu said truthfully: "No, but when you want to use the technique, it is still very handy."

Yinrong: "You understand by analogy, you seem to know a little bit about everything, and you're not like a swordsman. As far as I know, a swordsman won't learn such heresies as disguise."

Chengyang Muqiu straightened his coarse cloth clothes—these were old clothes that Yin Rong found for him. He was tall, and this Yanju suit was a bit short, exposing a section of his arms and ankles. Qi's face looked even more shabby and ordinary.

"Let's go." At the same time as Chengyang Muqiu got up, his saber, which had been left in the corner, turned into a burst of white light and automatically merged into his body.

Yinrong didn't notice this detail, and happily took Chengyang Muqiu to Fangshi.

There is a place where you can set up a stall freely, but it is crowded with people, and the two only found a corner. However, Chengyang Muqiu's "craftsmanship" is superb, and the things he makes are exquisite and unique, especially the spell runes covered on them. Any one you take out can be compared to a medium-grade magic weapon.

You must know that even in the jurisdiction of large sects of the level of Taiweijing and Wuliangzong, middle-grade magic weapons are expensive and high-end products. Because the materials are limited and Chengyang Muqiu makes very little, it takes less than an hour. , all the goods were all robbed.

Yinrong counted and counted the spirit stones he earned, counting four or five times, and then he looked like a poor man who has never seen the world, and pulled Chengyang Muqiu's sleeve, staring: "Brother Why are you so powerful!! I really found a treasure!!!"

The current Yinrong is a young man with an ordinary face. He pulls other people's sleeves and acts like a spoiled child. Passers-by see him as a bit hot-eyed. Many people shake their heads and shake their skin when they see this scene, but Chengyang Muqiu has a doting look on his face. Yu, no matter how you look at it, Yinrong thinks it's cute.

Yinrong didn't even care about these gazes, instead he became mischievous and deliberately grabbed the hand of his own furnace, adding the word "love" in front of "brother" in a nasty way: "Go, brother Qing, I made a lot of money today." , take you to see the world."

Chengyang Muqiu couldn't help laughing, and let Yinrong pull him around, and Yinrong took him to a teahouse at the end of Fangshi.

"Today, let's also sit down and listen to books, and taste what their tea tastes like." Yinrong pulled Chengyang Muqiu to choose the best seat to sit down.

Chengyang Muqiu: "Have you never drank the tea here before?"

Yinrong whispered to him, "I used to come here to listen to books, the storyteller is very interesting, but Dr. Tea is a dog, and often drives people away because they don't buy tea."

Chengyang Mu Qiuxin said: You are here for nothing, and it is normal for people to chase you away.

But on the lips, he agreed with certainty: "It's really a dog's power."

Sure enough, Silver Velvet was successfully groomed, and proudly ordered a bunch of refreshments to "raise his eyebrows". While talking, the storyteller also slapped the gavel.

"Don't gossip, show yourself today, Yangheng, the most powerful city in the world!"

"Okay!" Yinrong was the first to applaud excitedly, and said to Chengyang Muqiu with joy, "Today I'm going to talk about the head of Chengyang! This is my favorite episode!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "Oh? Does this head have any interesting stories?"

Yinrong: "There are not many stories, but they are all exciting. He is the man I admire most!"

Seeing Yinrong worshiping a strange man so much, Chengyang Muqiu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and took a sip of tea without interest.

But Yinrong didn't plan to drink tea quietly. When it came to something exciting, he was always the first to stand up and applaud, or clap his hands along with him, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Continued from the previous chapter, Cheng Yangheng, whose name is Muqiu, and whose Tao name is 'Zhaoyu Daojun', is the head of the first immortal sect in Taiwei Realm, and the most powerful in the world!"

"What is the so-called ruthless way? Absolute love, no kinship, a heart of stone! Most people who practice this way will be driven crazy by themselves, and none of them can live above the golden core, but what kind of genius is Chengyang Patriarch? Let me be objective, let me explain in detail, he was appointed at the age of 17 to take over the post of head..."

The storyteller was speaking at the top, and Yinrong answered skillfully in the audience: "Revitalize the sect with his own strength. In the battle between immortals and demons, he killed Lu Wushan and killed the demon king by himself..."

Chengyang Muqiu bit a melon seed with a click: "Are you listening to books or lecturing?"

Yinrong laughed and said, "I've listened to it so many times that I've memorized it. I won't bother you, just listen, listen carefully, it's wonderful."

Chengyang Muqiu: "I don't like to hear it."

Yinrong said eagerly: "Listen carefully, you will love it! Patriarch Chengyang is really amazing!"

Chengyang Muqiu said sourly: "What's so good about an old man's story?"

Yinrong immediately retorted: "He's not an old man!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "The war between immortals and demons happened 300 years ago. He is at least several hundred years old. Why isn't he an old man?"

Hearing that the person he admired was slandered, Yinrong was a little unhappy: "What is age? The higher the level of cultivation, the easier it is to maintain his youthful appearance. He must be a handsome young man."

"How are you sure? Have you seen him?"

"I've never seen that kind of big man, how can I have the chance to meet him? But I can recite his story back and forth. The ancestor of Chengyang not only has a high level of cultivation, but also hates evil like a vengeful, upright, chivalrous and courageous..."

"What's the right thing to do?" Chengyang Muqiu sneered, "the old saying goes, 'Compassion does not lead soldiers, righteousness does not raise wealth', if it is true as you say, he revives the sect with his own strength, then he cannot be Good people are now being praised, but because the winner is king, history books will always sing praises for the winner."

Yinrong couldn't hold him back, so she simply lost her temper: "He's just very good! You are not allowed to discredit him! If you dare to say a word about him again, I, I will sever ties with you! Don't live in my house anymore!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about him." Chengyang Muqiu confessed, but he hated this "Daoist Zhaoyu" more and more in his heart, and felt that he must be a bad old man with a full stomach but a good face.

After finally finishing listening to the book, Chengyang Muqiu was finally able to get the words "Chengyang Patriarch" out of his ears. Feeling less depressed, he began to coax Yinrong to go home: "It's not too early, let's book I heard that too, let's go back now."

Yinrong: "What are you doing so early?" Now that he has money, he wants to go shopping again, looking at dolls and blankets.

Chengyang Muqiu whispered two words close to his ear, and blushed again after speaking.

Silver Fleece: "..."

Yinrong actually couldn’t understand Chengyang Muqiu. If you say he is thick-skinned, you will blush when you mention this matter; if you say he is thin-skinned, but when it comes to doing that, he is fiercer than anyone else——Yinrong listens to Master Passing through many walls, in terms of endurance, physical strength, and even tricks... I dare to be the second in my own furnace, but no one dares to be the first.

So what is he shy about?

"Aren't you afraid to meet that toad again? Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat." Chengyang Muqiu persuaded him with a grandiose reason.

However, Yinrong liked this very much, and after thinking about it for a while, he agreed straight away: "Okay then."

However, not long after the two left the teahouse side by side affectionately, they met an acquaintance.

"Heh, what disguise talisman did you use? The quality is good, but it's a pity that you can't fool me, Tu Liuye, with your coquettish foxy look."

Yinrong was startled, and subconsciously wanted to run away, but was stopped by Tu Dazui, he touched the place on his neck where Yinrong had bitten, and said in a strange way: "Even I can't see it, this disguise How many spirit stones did Fu spend? Oh, I forgot, you are so poor that you are almost like pants, where did you get the spirit stones, so you made money by selling your ass?"

Seeing that his way of life was blocked by Tu's big mouth, Yinrong knew that he couldn't escape this time, so he decided to admit his cowardice, and immediately laughed: "Brother Tu, long time no see, how are you?"

Tu Dazui: "..."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Tu Dazui spat: "Heh, it's too late to please you now, you have to wash up and accompany me—"

"Yinrong," Chengyang Muqiu interrupted him coldly, calling Yinrong's name, but looking at Tu Dazui, as if he was looking at an insignificant maggot, disgusted and contemptuous, and only asked when he had seen enough, " Is this the toad?"

Yin Rong crazily pulled at the skirt of his stove, but Chengyang Muqiu grabbed his hand, his voice was not high, but it was very reassuring: "If you can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day, it's not like he bumped into him head-on. once."

Yinrong whispered: "But, I can't!"

"What are you two muttering about?" Tu Dazui shouted, "Hu Yinrong, it's useless for you to play any tricks, you have to pay the price today! Do you want to be taught a lesson by me, or just sleep with the master? You Own--"

Before the word "choose" could be uttered, Tu Dazui felt a pain in his knee, and knelt down to give Yinrong a big gift.